whilewaiting for guyana's video for like forever already ._. i shall continue chapter eight below :)
no one guessed the games. author now sad sad. i don't feel like continuing the story anymore you know ...

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CHAPTER EIGHT


James' stare could have killed Apple three times over. Apple had made James bungee jump, gone on a roller coaster ride and play catch with an elephant. It would have enjoyable if not Apple had forced James done all these. Apple had pushed James off the platform with his eyes blindfolded. All he could feel was the wind and off he go. After a real heavy lunch, Apple had thrown James onto a roller coaster which nearly made him vomit the contents of his lunch. As for the elephant... Apple kicked James into the mud, which made him attract rats. She blindfolded him and brought him to the elephant in the zoo. A rat ran towards him under the elephant's legs and there, the elephant went on a rampage destroying everything to avoid the rat and thus, the elephant being heavy and big sized, it chased James on an impulse.


Apple was guffawing at James all the way back to the house in Serangoon. James was filthy from head to toe. From all the activities and food Apple had prepared for him, she had not prepared a set of clean clothes - most probably on purpose.


"How did your brother even tolerate you?" James asked out of spite. Apple flinched and showed James a sad look. She looked at the far horizon and said, "He's gone. He... can't tolerate me any longer." James wondered if it was a wrong question to ask. Apple continued, "I said he went overseas a few years ago, no? Truth is, he went under the seas a few years ago. He was on the ship to Japan. There was a huge storm, and everything went down. But they didn't even report about the ship going down." James asked, "Then how did you know...?" "He told me that the ship was carrying nano-carbon materials. Lethal. It was private and confidential and even told me it might be the last time he would see me. He gave me a last tight hug, waved goodbye and that's the last time i saw him."


Nano-carbon are lethal, James registered that. If it was him, he would not want to be pitied thus, he said nothing. Apple wiped her tears and James pretended not to see. Apple turned and asked, "How about you, Jamesy? Lost anyone in your life before?" James turned dark and stopped walking. "I lost my sister a few days ago." Apple said nothing. James continued walking and so does Apple. Knowing Apple wanted to listen to more of the story, James continued, "Jess told me that Dad died when I was young. I couldn't remember anything about my parents. Jess also told me that it was because I was there when Dad and Mum died. And i was suffering from..." James stopped for a while and Apple arched an eyebrow, "suffering from?" James pursed his lips and said, "Post Traumatic Stress Disorder."


Apple simply listened to James and did not question anything and James was grateful for that. So much for the joker, Apple, she was a great listener. When James finished, Apple only asked a single question, "you have another illness, don't you?" James arched an eyebrow. She said, "Complex Regional Pain Syndrome,which is a neuropathic pain condition that usually develops after an injury or surgery or nerve damage, am i right?"

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how many people knew about Complex Regional Pain Syndrome? ;D
wanted to put that he was fear of strangers, xenophobic. But it'll be weird that he could interact with Apple.
However that's the case, he's CRPS would not be that serious which meant he can be injured and operated quite a few times xD

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The hottest day ever


   It's the year 2156. Sun flares have reached the Earth, hitting it like a meteorite. When it first hit, many had died instantly. Evaporating like water. No one knew when it would have reached Earth. The scientists only knew about it a few minutes it crashed into Earth. Plants died, people died, and the ground had their shadows imprinted on it as they vaporized into the air, becoming one as wind. The lands near the equator turned into a wasteland in the next few seconds it had hit Earth.
   Those who survived, heaved reliefs, being happy that they were alive. It is human nature to be thankful at the same time, being selfish but was this the end?
   The flares had hit the Earth so suddenly that scientists did not know what would happen. True that there are side effects, those still alive might not be so happy after all.
   It's the year 2160. When people have rebuilt their houses, still wincing every time the mention of the tragic incident that happened in 2156. But that was when things truly happen. The Flare had infected everyone in the world. The Flare is a disease that is rooted in your brain that would start burning up all your nerves, meddling with your brain nerves. At first, when you are found with the disease, you would be sent to the Scorch. The lands near the equator. Then slowly, but surely, the Flare will start burning up your nerves, making it difficult for you to comprehend the human race. Thinking up is down and right is left, you have no sense of common sense, no sense of what you are doing and what is food. These infected people are called the Cranks. The Cranks that have not yet gone insane, starts by building up food, taking scraps from everywhere and most of all, the tries to evade the Cranks that have long past the Gone. The Cranks that have long past the Gone does not know what they are doing. Killing everyone they could see. Mindless killings. The Rich however, will receive a medicine, the Bliss, that will numb all your senses, all your nerves, giving you only dreams while the Flare infects the brain. Once, they receive the medicine, they will awaken three times: First, when they are going into the semi-insanity if they have not yet receive the Bliss. Second, when they have gone past the Gone and thirdly, when the Flare melts your entire brain. The victim, will only awaken, saying words of their dreams and die. There is no cure for the Flare.
   Not yet.
   A group of scientists found children that are immune to the disease. The Flare is rooted so deep within them yet, there was no effect of the Flare in them. These children are specially trained and sent into experiments. There are called the Alphas. Scientists found out that the cure was nothing like your typical cough medicine. It was something far more advanced. It was psychological.
   It's 27 September 2165. They found the cure after sending the Alphas into the Scorch for trials. Many died on their way, trying to battle the immense hot weather, battle through the thunderstorm that would vaporize one if one was strike by lightning. But most of all, they have to battle through the Cranks that have long past the Gone. The cure was found. The scientists have finally gotten their hands on the blueprints. It might be the end.
   But no. Three minutes ago, a radar appeared on the screen. Another wave of Sun flares. This time, this was stronger, much more intense. This might just be the one to wipe out the entire Earth, the entire human race.
   I could feel it beating in my temples. The Flare. It is going to consume me soon. I could feel myself could insane. Was this how all the poor people have felt? Feeling yourself going crazy. I was one of the 100 children being experimented. I had just received back all my memories. I was kept in the safe haven all this while. But, i was the few that are not immune to the Flare. Just only 95% immune.
   Today will be the hottest day ever. Where the most intense Sun flares hit Earth. I know it will be the hottest day. The thermometer have been shooting up in degrees Celsius. 50 degrees Celsius. 75 degrees Celsius. It had gone past the highest record.
   It is the hottest day ever.
   I am going crazy...
   It is the hottest day ever.
   Hottest day ever.
   Hottest day.
   Hottest d

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Title: A nasty prank.
Author: Jolies

Inspiration from: Poem

   Nasty. It was the kind of prank no one would have wanted, or expected. And, it was the type where no one would have believed. But somehow, he believed. The old dumb man. He believed and took the prank for real despite that day being April fool’s. His foolishness caused many to lose their lives.
   April 1st. The type of day one would have expected to see a banana skin on the ground or at least, someone who would scream April fool’s when you enter the room, soaked with water. Except General Tsoak. He was a big man. Perhaps a little too big. He kind of swayed when he walked; perhaps rolled would be a better word. He was in his forties. He walked into the control room where it stood a majestic red button. His proud and honor, that red button was. The radar screen showed nothing and his eyes glazed over it. Nothing happens these days, he thought and smiled grimly, but it was for the better. He stood there, eyes on the screen not knowing that boredom would bring death.
   At the same time in Russia, a place near the borders of America, a boy named Drevin stared at his watch. It’s April fool’s and he had not played any trick on anybody yet. He wished that it would be his biggest joke. Something that was worth his time. The biggest joke he had done was only putting eggs in the staff room and making sure all the teachers stepped on it. He smiled at the thought of it but instantly changing to a frown. Any day that April fool’s could fall on, it fell on a Saturday! However he shall make full use on it. He gathered his materials and wrote April fool’s on it. He shot the ball (which contained confetti) over the borders to America. That was the biggest mistake. The worst joke that befallen mankind.
   General Tsoak saw something beeping on the radar screen. Something big enough to register on the radar screen. A meteorite? No, it could not be. Must be Russia, they sent nuclear missiles. A dumb man, who did not even check if it was a missile. He pressed the button and terror begun.
   24 missiles were sent. Not all were nuclear. 12 were Atomic. Now, Russia did not detect those missiles. A bit later they would, certainly, but by then, it would be too late. Back at Russia, the Russian police had captured poor Drevin. They thought he was polluting the sea. Who knew that he was doing more than that? They jabbed a M9 at his back and threatened to fire a 0.39mm bullet if he did not confess what he was doing. They would, anyway, even if he did confess. He did something unforgiveable. And that was the end of Drevin. He should be glad; he would not need to suffer.
   The missiles fell back to earth, hitting the different parts of Russia. Chaos broke out. The missiles were heard long before it hit earth. Russia fought for calmness. The missiles hit earth and the people within a few hundred miles were wiped off the face of earth. Blasted to pieces. Body torn apart. Those who were facing the missiles had they eyeballs melted or had their eardrums bursting. Mushrooms clouds were seen from Egypt and panic risen. Radioactive particles were scattered and wind brought them back to America. Those unlucky people who were doing exercises or even walking turned green and died a moment later, not knowing what cause them to had difficulties breathing. Those in restaurants eating their burgers saw their burgers turn green. They died. Those in their apartments, having their windows opened, eating breakfast, saw their food turning green. They died. The rich, banging the doors of their bomb shelter while earth rained down on them. They died. The Queen and king, in their quarters counting money, saw the scenery turn to a shade of green. They died.
   The General stared at the radar screen. Thousands of unidentified objects were on it. He heard people screaming. He heard people crying. He saw death. He threw his head back and laughed. Too much deaths had cause him this. He turned crazy and took out his Ruger Blackhawk .357 and pointed at his head. He fired and he was now one of them… …
   Paul Drevin. General Tsoak. The cause of all this. A nasty prank on a typical April fool’s day.
   “A Prank on April 1st had been reported to be seen at the borders of America,” the reporter reported grimly.

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